My words won’t come
the silence reigns
I didn’t write
I couldn’t say
My page is blank
my pen is dry
The muse has gone
— my voice denied
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments6
Very well said. I have been there and felt that. Nicely worded my friend
Many thanks.
A most interesting title. The block has become a high definition focal point. 🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks so much.
Most welcome, Kurt 🙏🏻🕊️
Who cares?
Who gives a damn! Move on! Get on with it !
Try some fun stuff! Write a song! Your good at rhymes, let's sing a long. Suno.com baby , let's get on!
Kurt, I absolutely love this! The frustration is real, but the irony makes it wonderfully clever...the creative drought produced its own poem. Brilliant little piece, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Again, very kind words and I thank you.
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